Another Has Left - Eon

I breathed in and out, angrily. To me, it was no mystery who had done this. As much as I wanted too, I just couldn't tell Lumine. It was a good thing my thoughts couldn't be read.

I wasn't just angry, I was sad. Isaac had lived here ever since I was a younger boy. He was a great friend of my father. They spent so much time together. My mother would joke about how manly Isaac was.

After my father passed away, Isaac continued to work here. He was never the same, and hardly talked at all.

A single tear rolled down my face as I grabbed a bedsheet from a closet in the hall. Carefully, I wrapped the bedsheet around Isaac's body. A servant walked past the room and froze. His name was Logan. He was a well built man, which was just what I needed.

"That isn't her, is it?" Logan said in a panicky voice.

I'd told my all my servants about Lumine. To them, she was a guest of mine. That was all. For just a second, I felt panicky. This could have happened to Lumine.

If anything had happened to her, I could only blame myself. She was special, important, and so much more. Lumine needed to remain safe.

"No, no. She's in my room. It's... Isaac." I tipped my head.

Logan opened his mouth to speak, but said nothing. He had a sad look on his face. Logan began working here about a year before my father died. He knew Isaac was special to my family.

I motioned to Logan, and he walked over to Isaac's legs. We picked him up and stood side by side as we carried him down the staircase, out of the manor, and to a spot outside the wall.

This was the place where my mother, father, aunt, grandmother, and grandfather were buried. My grandparents owned the house years ago and wished to buried near it when they passed. My aunt died of a disease years ago. Isaac wasn't related to my family, but he was still part of it.

"You want him buried hear?" Logan asked. He seemed to know the answer, but probably just wanted to make sure it was as right.

"Yes." I gave a strong answer. Isaac was much more than just a servant.

In fact, I cared about all my servants. I gave them good rooms, good working conditions, and I knew them each by name. There were so many cruel people in the world who treated others inhumanly.

Logan and I discussed getting a coffin that had been stored away in the manor basement years ago.

In fact, the coffin was meant for my father.

Before he died, my father and my aunt had the same disease. My aunt died, but my father miraculously recovered. The coffin was stored in the basement and almost forgotten about until I stumbled upon it a couple of months ago.

It pained me to look at that coffin. After my father recovered, the rest of my family believed he could live forever. It was an exaggeration, but we all had a good laugh about it. However, the exaggeration wasn't deemed funny any more.

Logan went to get the coffin, and came back with and many other servants. Isaac's body was placed in the coffin. Some servants started making measurements and plans to dig a hole for Isaac's coffin to be placed in. It would likely take most of the day, so I didn't have to worry about missing his burial while going to the theater with Lumine and my relatives.

Logan assured me I could go back to the manor. Once I reached it, I instructed a few servants to clean Lumine's room and use air fresheners to overcome the smell of death that lurked around the manor.

I went into a bathroom and washed my face. It was early in the morning, yet all the servants had been woken up by the commotion of Isaac's death. I wasn't tired anymore. A couple of splashes if cold water on my face made me feel refreshed.

I never had the chance to change out of my nighttime clothes. They weren't the warmest. I set off to my room so I could change into a different outfit. The door wasn't locked. Lumine must be feeling a bit more secure. I opened it quietly to discover Lumine sleeping on the couch. Good thing she didn't lock the door.

The couch was a comfortable place to sit, not sleep. I walked over to Lumine and picked her up as carefully and quietly as possible. She was much lighter than I'd thought she'd be.

I carried her to my bead and laid her down on the side opposite of where I slept. As soon as she hit the bed, Lumine adjusted herself. Her head tipped a bit as it slipped off a pillow.

I looked at a few outfits and dressed myself. As I did so, Lumine shifted in the bed. In my bathroom, I freshened myself up so I didn't look as bad as I felt. Isaac's death was my fault. I hadn't exactly killed him, but...

A couple of papers sat on the nightstand. I grabbed them and took a seat on the couch and read them over. After a few minutes, I sat the papers on the floor beside the couch. I could sign them anytime.

Lumine turned again. She was breathing softly. I'd been so scared when I heard her scream. Something in me stopped, and resumed once I saw she wasn't hurt.

If anything had happened to her, more blood would be on my hands. I didn't want to let that happen, but I couldn't stop it, either. In the end, whether Lumine lived or died was not in my control.

It seemed that everyone I ever dearly cared for was leaving me behind. How long until my relatives left me? Would Lumine do the same?